There is little more one can say about this incredible bird in front of us. The grace. Its flight. The way it stands on one leg waiting for its next meal is simply incredible. Phoenicoterida at its finest. The flamboyance of radiant grapefruit hue.
Such long legs. An incredible beak. Those plumes and vibrant fringes. A neck that protrudes with majesty.
Behold the Flamingo. Not an ibis or a spoonbill, but stunning water foul, nonetheless. How the old mountains drip with sunset, Dear Emily. Inspiration to John Waters and, perhaps to Bjork's fashion statements (swans...storks...flamingos...they're all glorious).
Yes, definitely a flamingo. It should be obvious to any ornithologist, bird watcher, or painter.
Pink. Lucious. Feathered. Balanced.
Can't you see. Just open your eyes.
